My grandfather was one of the most powerful warriors in the Beamon Legion of the Beastmen. Eighty or ninety years ago, he killed a dragon with his bare hands, and thus won the honorable titles of the First Beast Warrior, the First Beamon Warrior, etc. , with a height of five meters, there were few opponents in the entire continent at that time.
In order to resist the power of human beings, the orcs and the demons carried out a series of marriages, and my grandfather was one of these political marriages. Through marriages, he married the daughter of a concubine of the demon emperor, that is, me grandmother.
My grandmother is also the closest person I have in this world, if she is alive. I should be eighty-five years old this year, and he is the best person to me. She married her grandfather, who was in his forties when she was sixteen, and she often told me that she was a victim of politics.
Obviously, she didn't want to marry into the kingdom of beastmen, but luckily she did, because, without her, where would I come from.
My father is the only son of my grandfather. He inherited his excellent bloodline. He is five meters tall. Even now, his arms are thicker than my waist.
Before the age of eighteen, his father had already beaten the invincible orcs. He has a violent personality and possesses tyrannical power. He is the number one warrior in Beamon today, the head of the Beamon Legion, and the veritable king of Beamon. Under his leadership, the orcs He has never suffered any losses in the battles in the past few decades, so among the orcs, his father's reputation is definitely not worse than that of the Beast Emperor.
Because of his noble status, he naturally has countless concubines, and I am the child of a human woman he snatched. Of his four sons, I was the youngest and was once his least favorite son.
My mother is a very miserable woman. No one knows her origin. Although she is not yet forty years old, she looks extremely old. Wrinkles and gray hair that should not appear are already familiar things to her.
It can only be seen from the outline that she should have been a beautiful woman when she was young. She hated her father, and she also hated my father. Similarly, she also hated me, because I was her son who was raped by her father.
She has never really been favored by her father, and she has been squeezed out and bullied by other concubines.
It wasn't until I gained power four years ago that my mother had a house of her own. She seldom spoke, and whenever I saw her cold eyes, I felt cold in my heart.
I am sixteen years old, a mixed race of beasts, demons, and humans, and the deputy head of the Beamon Legion. I am two meters tall. The characteristics of humans appear most clearly on me. In the eyes of others, I am definitely a human. Handsome boy, no one would believe that I am an orc if I hadn't possessed a body stronger than a monstrous beast and my innate divine power.
I hate my father because he made my mother suffer like this; I hate my father because my grandma wouldn't have died if it wasn't for him. Although grandma's death bought me today's brilliance, I don't need it. I just want the grandma who loves me, loves me, and pities me.
Four years ago, I was bullied by everyone, no one treated me well, and they called me a bastard behind my father's back. Except for my eldest brother who can treat me with a normal heart, everyone said that I was my father's worst son.
My life was worse than that of some servants. At that time, only my grandma would love me, and she often made me some delicious food and stayed with me. It was she who kept my young heart warm.
Grandma's death was the greatest pain of my life, the day...
"Lei Xiang, come, grandma made you your favorite braised chicken wings." Grandma's kind voice came from my ear.
"Here we come." I quickly ran to the kitchen, and the rich smell of meat came to my face, "Grandma, I love you so much."
"Silly boy, eat quickly." With a smile, the wrinkles on grandma's face piled up, and the traces of the years were so obvious on her body.
I picked up a chicken wing and ran out of the house quickly, jumping and jumping in the yard while eating.
Because she likes to be quiet, grandma didn't live in the family, and I didn't care about it, so I followed.
It is very difficult to find such a place in the kingdom of orcs. The most important thing about orcs is to eat the strong. Every orc may become the prey of other orcs.
Of course, no orcs would foolishly come to look for food near my house, so this place can be so quiet.
A deep voice sounded behind me: "Lei Xiang, where is your grandma?"
Hearing this voice, I trembled all over. Five tall figures stood behind me, blocking the bright sunlight. The one in the middle is obviously the father. It turned out that he was here to see grandma, and he was accompanied by four Beamon guards.
The relationship between father and grandma is not good. Although the Warcraft Alliance, my father always doesn't think highly of the demons. He often says that only the fallen angels have some skills. Strength, of course a weakling like grandma who has no power to restrain a chicken is not in his eyes.
Among the orcs, women can only serve as vassals of men. How could he come today who rarely pays attention to grandma.
I whispered: "Grandma is in the house." I was really afraid of my father.
Seeing my cowardly appearance, my father was so angry that he knocked off the chicken wings in my hand and said angrily, "What does it look like? Does this look like my son? I don't have a cowardly son like you."
Looking at the chicken wings covered with mud, my tears flowed down unconsciously.
My father slapped me down to the ground and shouted: "Crying, you know how to cry, look at you, you look so thin, just like your dead mother, your brothers can tear tigers and leopards apart at your age. But you, even if you get a chicken, you won’t be able to kill it.” As he spoke, he stomped the chicken wings under his feet vigorously.
Grandma ran out when she heard the sound outside the house, and frowned when she saw that I fell, and while helping me up, she said to my father: "What are you doing, it's a rare time, why did you hit Xiang'er. "
The father snorted coldly, and said roughly: "Don't worry about it, come, someone, take this little beast back to me and teach my second child a lesson."
The second child refers to my second brother. If this is the case, I guess I will lose my skin if I don’t die. The second brother Leihu is notoriously hot-tempered.
Grandma protected me behind her and said, "Forget it, don't make things difficult for the child."
In a flash, my father snatched me over and threw me to one of his subordinates. He said to my grandma, "I'll teach my son a lesson. Don't worry about it. I'm just passing by this time. If you want to live a few more years, don't mind your own business." Turn around and leave.
Grandma's face was flushed with anger, and she shouted, "Leo, is that how you talk to your mother?"
While talking, grandma jumped in front of the Beamon guard who grabbed me, trying to snatch me back, but how could her thin body compare with the mighty Beamon giant beast? The Beamon guard just grabbed me casually, Just threw her out, and the poor grandma hit a big rock with her back. With a bang, blood spurted out of grandma's mouth.
As if a gust of wind was blowing, my heart suddenly became extremely cold, and bursts of chill swept over me.
I yelled: "Grandma." After I struggled hard, my natural supernatural power finally broke out, so I, a twelve-year-old child, broke free from the grasp of a behemoth beast.
I ran to grandma, grabbed her body, and cried, "Grandma, grandma, how are you doing? Dad, please save grandma, I beg you."
Grandma turned pale, held my hand, and said weakly: "Don't beg him, let's go back to the house."
The Beamon guard who threw out grandma knelt on one knee, glanced at grandma, turned to his father and said, "King Leo, I..."
The father glanced at grandma, and said indifferently: "Forget it, you will die when you die, and you can't be considered a premature death at such an advanced age. Go back and ask someone to send some money to bury her."
In his eyes, grandma was obviously not as important as a Beamon warrior.
Hatred and anger burned my eyes, I roared to the sky, the blood in my whole body boiled, I suddenly felt a burst of heat in my brain, and I rushed towards the murderer who killed my grandma like a mad cow.
The Beamon guard was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hand to try to block my attack. My eyes were blood red, and even my light green hair turned dark red. The speed was more than five times the normal speed. , unexpectedly knocked the Beamon guard who was twice as tall as me and flew out.
I didn't stop, my body followed the flying enemy, my small fist hit his stomach heavily, and the most unexpected thing happened.
My fist actually pierced through the extremely solid skin of the Beamon guard. He let out a roar, and beat his hands from top to bottom, and I raised the other hand subconsciously.
Just like that, in the air, three disproportionate hands met together, making a sound like hitting a defeated leather.
My hand didn't break, and I blocked the blow with my weak body, but my feet were already deeply sunk into the soil.
"Ah! Kill..." With a loud roar, my whole body trembled, and an astonishing momentum exploded from my body, blowing the surrounding leaves and grass to rustle, and with a bang, the torso of the Beamon guard With my inserted fist as the center, a hole with a diameter of half a meter was blown out, and it seemed impossible to survive.
Blood sprayed all over my body, internal organs flowed out of the blood hole, like a rotten watermelon, no piece was complete, the tall body of Beamon Guard slowly fell backwards, but I did not move stood there, but the hair gradually returned to green.
These things happened in an instant, and the father and the other three guards were stunned by this abnormal change.
Father murmured: "Lei Xiang has gone berserk, Lei Xiang has gone berserk, there has been no Beamon who can go berserk in a hundred years." Even with his father's tyranny, he can't go berserk, and the berserk Beamon can quickly go berserk. Increase your own strength to several times the original.
"King Leo, what should we do?" a guard asked.
The father was not sad because of the death of the guard, and said with excitement on his face: "Take Lei Xiang away, he has collapsed, find a place to bury your companion, and let her fend for herself."
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I don't know how long it took, but I gradually woke up.
"Grandma, grandma, how are you?" My whole body was extremely weak and painful, especially my left hand felt like it was cracked, and it was quietly placed next to my body, unable to exert any strength.
I found myself in my own room in my father's mansion. I struggled to get up and walked out of the room with the help of the wall. The outside was extremely dark, just like my gloomy mood.
Ah, it's already night, and grandma doesn't know what's wrong.
Just as I was about to walk out of the room, a burst of weakness struck me, my body shook and I fell to the ground.
"Lei Xiang, why did you get off the bed? Come on, go back and rest." A tall figure walked into the room and hugged me.
I opened my eyes and saw that it was the only big brother in Beamon who had a decent relationship with me - Thunder Dragon.
"Brother, I beg you, take me to see grandma, she is dying soon." I said tearfully.
The eldest brother looked at the sky, nodded and said: "Okay, but you must come back before dawn."
"Okay, okay, let's go." As long as I can save grandma, I will do whatever I want.
The big brother's powerful body, which is close to five meters, picked me up like a piece of dry grass. Soon, we came to grandma's house in the dark.
"Grandma." I yelled sadly, but grandma was still lying in the same place.
The eldest brother put me down, and I climbed up to grandma, and hugged her thin upper body. The dew had already soaked her skirt, and I shook her: "Grandma, wake up, wake up."
Grandma's chapped lips moved, her eyes slowly opened, she smiled slightly when she saw it was me, and wanted to reach out to stroke my head, but she couldn't do it because she was weak, she only raised her hand halfway and then dropped it.
"Son, you still came back to see grandma, grandma didn't love you for nothing, cough, cough." Grandma coughed up some blood foam.
I grabbed grandma's hand, stuck it to my face, and cried: "Grandma, don't talk, just rest for a while, you'll be fine."
Grandma smiled wryly and said: "Silly boy, grandma knows her own body, so help grandma go back to the house."
I don't know where the strength came from, but I actually hugged my grandma stiffly, and staggered back to the house. My elder brother didn't follow me.
I put my grandma on the bed, and I lay on the edge of the bed panting heavily.
Grandma gently stroked my head, looked at me kindly, and said intermittently: "Xiang'er, grandma... the most worrying thing... is you, you have to promise grandma... you must be... a strong person... good You don’t want to… blame your father too much, the orcs are just like this, they only admire strength… they have no family affection at all.”
Tears have soaked my clothes, I held my grandma's wrinkled hands tightly, and cried: "Grandma, don't talk about it, you will be fine, you will be fine."
Grandma trembled and took out a thin booklet from under the pillow and handed it to me, her face flushed: "This is the treasure of the demon clan... a copy of the Heavenly Demon Art... I stole it for revenge... Only those who have the blood of the demon royal family... can learn it, you have to study hard... you can become a fallen angel... only... the strong... can survive... don't let your father... know... know."
I cried out sadly: "Grandma, grandma." The voice pierced through the roof tiles. I slipped the booklet into my arms and passed out.
When I woke up, I had already returned to my room. My elder brother was by my side. He saw me wake up and said to me: "Grandma has already been buried. Don't worry, come and have something to eat."
I feel that nothing is important now, the only support in my life has gone, what is the meaning of being left alone, my eyes are empty. He stared blankly at the wall.
A loud noise came from outside. The eldest brother frowned and said, "It's thunderous, it looks like a heavy rain is about to fall."
Regardless of the injury on my body, I walked out of the door blankly, and the big raindrops were dripping down. Gradually, the rain became bigger and bigger, and it kept washing my body. In the hazy rain and fog, I seemed to see grandma's kind face again. I rushed forward, but missed. The eldest brother quickly helped me up, who was covered in mud and water, and dragged me back to the room.
In this way, I lived in a daze for seven days, only relying on the food my father forcibly fed me to survive.
Later, I became sober, and the words my grandma said before she died became my endless motivation—"You have to promise grandma...you must be...a strong person..." "...only...the strong...can survive" I must do it A strong man, a peerless strong man.
Because of my special ability to become crazy, my father valued me deeply. Since then, he has personally guided me to practice. I am no longer the naive child I used to be, and nothing can change my determination to become a peerless powerhouse. From then on, I will hide the hatred deeply in my heart.
My father passed on to me the Tianlei Disarmor, which he is most proud of. Since our Behemoths are born with strong physical attack and physical defense capabilities, and are also very resistant to magic, in order to better play this advantage, the ancestors created this set of Heavenly Thunder Armor Disarming Techniques, The main thing is to adjust the body's functions to make the defense more perfect. When it is practiced to a certain level, it can produce a defensive field similar to a grudge shield.
If Tianlei armor removal is practiced by humans, it is at most a second- or third-rate exercise, but it is very different if it is practiced by us Bimon. At that time, Grandpa relied on the powerful defense of Tianlei Disarmor to block the dragon knight's blow, and only then did he get the opportunity to kill him and his dragon and establish an immortal feat.
Tianlei's armor removal is divided into three stages. The first stage is from the inside to the outside. It is somewhat similar to practicing general grudges. Through meditation, it can strengthen the body, enhance the body's immunity, and gradually change the state of the body. According to my father, this set of exercises The first paragraph of the Fa is very important. To put it bluntly, it is a process of rebirth. This is also a process that I have just spent more than four years completing. In the second year of training, my extraordinary talent was gradually revealed. Although I was small, my strength was no less than that of any Beamon of the same age, and even more so. Now, with the addition of my strength and practicing Tianlei's armor removal, I have been reborn, and my strength has already caught up with my brothers.
The second stage is to apply the gradually formed Qi to the body to form a protective shield that can block various attacks. I'm just getting started at this stage.
The third stage is actually the strengthening of the second stage. It is nothing more than that when the grudge reaches a certain level, it can be used to hurt the enemy. My father has already completed this stage. He is so powerful that he can blow anyone's head off with a thunderbolt within ten meters. Even the dragon knights cannot pose a threat to him if the number is not enough.
Due to my rapid progress, I have now been promoted by my father to the position of deputy head of the Beamon Legion, alongside several older brothers. In fact, I'm just in name only. All the rights are in the hands of my elder brothers. I just need to practice every day. I have no interest in commanding the army, so I am naturally happy.
During the day, I insist on practicing Tianlei armor removal, and at night is a good time to practice Tianmojue. Compared with Tianlei armor removal, Tianmojue is much more difficult. It's hard to read. Speaking of it, Tianmojue cannot be regarded as a martial skill or magic, it is a combination of magic and martial arts.
The Heavenly Demon Art is divided into nine levels and three levels, that is to say, each level has three levels, and each level is extremely difficult. Of course, behind the difficulty is the improvement of strength. And every time you upgrade to one level, there will be new changes and a qualitative leap. The book says that when you break through the first and third levels, you can transform into a fallen angel. After the transformation, your abilities in all aspects will be doubled, and you will become a fallen angel with two wings. This is the middle power of the demons now. After the transformation of the fallen angel, the cultivator will gradually become the master of dark magic, and the cultivation of dark magic will be greatly increased. When practiced to the sixth level of the second floor, it will mutate into a four-winged fallen angel. Now only the Demon Emperor and his guard captain have this strength. And the ninth level of the third level is an unreachable level. Only the legendary great demon god Lucifer has reached it, and he is a fallen angel with seraphs. The dungeon my grandma gave me doesn't have the cultivation method of the last level.
And what makes me feel ashamed is that I have practiced for four years, and I have just entered the second level. Since I practiced the Demon Art, I feel that I like to be alone very much. The black clothes, and the dark power practiced by the demons are indeed very powerful, but every time I try it, I feel that my heart is gradually becoming colder. I can now use some simple dark magic with the help of dark power, such as fascination, corrosion and so on. The dark magic power practiced by the Heavenly Demon is much more powerful and pure than the dark magic practiced by ordinary dark magicians, and it is relatively less dangerous (the use of dark attribute magic will have the possibility of backlash). It's just that the practice is too strenuous (this is my personal experience).
At night again, I sat cross-legged on the bed alone, condensing the dark power in my body, and the surrounding darkness became my best friend, constantly providing me with dark energy. It took me two hours to run the cold dark magic power according to the second level of the Heavenly Demon Art, and I felt a slight improvement.
Slowly exhaling the turbid air in my body, I walked down from the bed, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, felt lonely for a while, and was startled in my heart, what's going on, is it wrong to practice the magic trick today? I looked back and found nothing wrong.
I jumped out of the room, went to the yard, looked around, and made sure there was no one, so I quickly dodged out of the house and went to the wilderness outside. At home, I am like a bird in a cage, and I am still comfortable outside. The cold night wind gently caressed my skirt with dew. The cool and transparent feeling made me feel extremely comfortable. The dark magic power in the body is working naturally.
I suddenly felt the strength of my whole body surging, and I felt that there was nowhere to vent. I took a step forward with my left foot, kicked hard on the ground, jumped up from the ground with a whoosh, and then concentrated all my strength on my right fist. , "Poof." It hit the ground heavily, and the ground with a radius of one meter first formed a fine line of cracks, followed by a "boom." A hole half a meter deep was blasted out.
I flew aside with the strength of the rebound, and looked at my astonishing results, all the unhappiness seemed to be vented by this punch, and I felt much more comfortable. I took a few heavy breaths, and the feeling of irritability had disappeared before long.
Just as I turned around to go back, suddenly, my intuition told me that there was danger. Since practicing Tianmojue, my senses are much more sensitive than before. Subconsciously, I clenched my fists. He shouted in a deep voice, "Who is there, come out."
What responded to me was monstrous strength, a huge fist gradually grew bigger with the strong wind. The strength rustled the surrounding vegetation, and I felt like a trapped beast. The strong sense of crisis reminded me, I sank my waist and stepped forward with my left foot, and said "Hey." With a bang, it slammed heavily on the opponent's fist. This is the attack method that my father taught me. He said that with our own tyrannical strength, we have to fight head-to-head with the enemy to fully display it. All fancy skills are nonsense, and we can win with one force. best method.
The fists of one big and one small (of course the small one is me) collided in the air, and an irresistible force came from the opponent's fist. pain. The other party didn't stop there, as soon as he knocked me back, he jumped up again and punched me back.